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Florida wrinkled his nose when Germany literally broke down his observations when he asked what just happened. He had forgotten there was no such thing as a rhetorical question with this guy. At least not whenever it involved something like reporting facts. Well, that confirmed his suspicions that he hadn't imagined all that, he supposed.
He couldn't help smirking lightly with pride at the fact that his social life was indeed outstanding enough that being asked to dance was hardly uncommon for him. Rutilio was rather sought after considering his popularity and vacation destination status. However, this was completely different than being grabbed by some random woman (or man in a few cases) and dragged to the dance floor.
"But it was Peaches who did it! When did he learn to do those sorts of things?" Florida gasped almost in horror as his hands shot up to his cheeks almost in disbelief at his own hypothesis. "I bet it was that sneaky Louisiana again! I have told Louisiana so many times to stay away from my territory!" It was kind of odd that Rutilio was now so adamantly against the idea of Louisiana considering just moments ago he'd been praising his friend's sausages and influence on the cooking in the Gulf Coast. Apparently teaching him how to make delicious jambalaya did not get Louisiana off the hook for going after Florida's "territory" as he put it.
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